Answer: Ulmo.
Where do I pray?
Answer: Sometimes the sea to the south, sometimes in the shower when the water flows over me. It's been more than a month when I faced the house of God in Makkah.
I am the whale. God created me, Ulmo transformed me. God doesn't accept me. Ulmo lets me die.
Ulmo is closer. He's silent.
God condemns me openly.
Maybe God killed Ulmo.
Maybe he'll kill me too.
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